"Cool, I need all the help I can get." Your boobs are nice." They're too small." Erin pushed at one of her boobs. "I wish they were bigger, you know, ...ike yours." Try on the bra, Erin."Erin removed the bra she was wearing and put on the new one. After tugging and pulling at it for a moment, she stood up to look in the mirror."It doesn't help much, but I really like it. This bra makes me feel so sexy. Hand me the panties and I'll try them on too," Erin said as she rolled the pair she was wearing. "What?" My fluid reservoir is 18% full," How do you know that," she asked."Green text flashed in mid air and told me." Wild," she said. "Here, have the rest of mine," she suggested; handing him her glass.Again, he poured the remaining contents of her glass into his mouth and down his throat without swallowing.A second or two later, the same text appeared in thin air:FLUID RESERVOIR: 34% FULL"34%" he told her as he read the text."Cool!" she said energetically; running into the kitchen with his. . Where he was intolerant, abrupt and even violent, I was kind, patient and understanding. This might have never changed had my wife not looked at me one day, one day not long after the birth of our first son, and said to me, ?Why don’t you ever just tell me what to do? Why are you always asking?? My first response to this mentally was that her birth process had warped her mind. There was no way I could respond properly at the time; the statement was too powerful and stunning. But I felt. The arrogant bastard didn’t see me coming as I walked up to his 1965 Mustang convertible and slammed a few thousand volts of electricity into his body. There was that fleeting moment of doubt when I thought that God might take this opportunity to play another practical joke on me, and the stun gun batteries would have been drained, or that Todd would have been able to fight off the initial shock and recovered enough to beat the living tar out of me. Maybe his conquest for the night might have.